Seizures//Noah Schnapp (not complete)

Chapter 5

Katie's POV

As I ran away from the hospital all I could think was, I can't breathe, I have to get out. I have to get out.

So that's what I did. I got out and ran. By the time I made it back to the hospital my legs were aching so bad I could barely get up the stairs to reach the front desk.

I was exhausted and needed sleep but I thought I might go see Heather first.

"Hi how can I help you?" The lady at the front desk asked making her voice all high and chirpy.

"Umm I'm looking for Heather, Heather Robinson she got here around," I paused to check my watch.

Wait it's already 7:00? I have to go home my parents are probably worried sick!

"Go on sweetie," she nodded, encouraging me to continue what I was about to say. But it doesn't make sense for me to go see her if she's asleep and she probably is. 

I guess I'll find her room number than leave.

"3 hours ago," I finished, doing the quick math in my head.

"I think you'll find her in building number 1 on floor 3 in room 259," she smiled giving me a perfect view of her unrealistic pearly whites.

"Ok thank you," 

I was tired but I wanted to see Heather after her surgery.

So I speed walked to the elevator and pressed 3. The ride up was very awkward because it was me and a 20 year old man and a senior with their nurse. 

As I waited for the elevator to arrive on Heather's floor I found that my thoughts keep coming back to the exact moment before my life changed forever.

I remember Lauren's mom asking us something about boys then in an instant god decided to take that happiness away not just from me, but from Heather, Lauren and the other family in the car.

If I could go back there now I would tell Lauren that I love her because I will never get over her death. The panicked look she'd had on her face right before she died would haunt my for the rest of my life.

Now I've seen three people die. I'm going to need even more therapy now.

I was seven when my grandma died. While I was sleeping at her house. I'd gotten up to go to bathroom at exactly 9:23 pm when I heard a loud noise come from downstairs. I went to investigate the crime scene when I realized that grandma wasn't playing a fun game to make me laugh and that something was terribly wrong and the minute I hesitated had cost my grandma her life. If I had called the ambulance maybe a minute sooner my precious sweet grandma probably would have survived.

Later that night my mom came in and told me things I already knew. She was gone and wouldn't come back. EVER.

But from the moment I'd stepped into that kitchen where I watched her die I'd somehow had the feeling that she was already gone.

The only sign of life had been her warm and gentle hands but now even that was gone.

The elevator door opened. I was at the third floor and was now searching for room 259.

256, 257, 258, 259.

This was the one.

I was about to walk into the room when the door I opened and out came two doctor with a unconscious old woman. Madeline.

The one I saw earlier when I had first gone to see Heather right after the accident.

I jumped out of the way muscles burning. I now regretted that run I'd gone on earlier. 

I took a few seconds to get myself together, running my fingers through my tangled hair and smoothing our my Twenty One Pilots shirt. Was about to walk in when I heard laughter coming from somewhere past Heather's bed. I peeked in the room and saw Millie Bobby Brown laughing at something Noah Schnapp had said.

Why hadn't he gotten his own room? I don't know but I looked over at Heather and saw she was deep in conversation with her dad.

So I left.

((Alaina's POV (Heather's mom) ))

"Love you Heather," I smiled, bending down to kiss her.
I got up slowly, muscles screaming in protest. I was stiff for sitting with her all day,I mean I didn't want to leave her endless I had to. I closed the door and went to the cafeteria.

I got myself a plate of crappy Mac n cheese then headed over join my husband.

"Hey honey, how's Heather?" He greeted, kindly pulling my chair out for me to sit with him.

"She's doing better but I think she wanted some alone time," I replied, having a bite of my tasteless cheese and over cooked noodles.

We sat there in awkward silence for a few moments before I finally brought up what we really needed to talk about.

"You know that we have to tell her eventually,"I said shifting and putting my fork down than pushing away my tray of food.

"What do you mean?" He asked amazing me with his total obliviousness to the elephant in the room.

"Peter you know what I'm talking about," I puffed getting frustrated with him because I knew that he knew exactly what I was talking about.

"Ok but what if her reaction does something or hurts her in some way, I mean she was just in a fucking car crash," he fumed, raising his voice louder with every word he said.

My face must have said everything cause he softened up at bit and took my hand in his.

"I just don't want anything bad to happen to her," he worried, rubbing the to of my hand with his thumb, than bringing it up to his mouth to plant a soft kiss there.

"But she loves it with her heart,"

"Well tell her we are just have to wait for the right time okay?"

"Okay but just so you know if I were her I would want to know that my hospital roomie was going to be my new co-worker if I were her," I said pulling away, grabbing my tray and bringing it to the lonely trash can in the middle of the room.